Alana, who was just a toddler, now looked like a five-year-old after just five days. She was full of energy, running around the shop and playing hide and seek with anyone she spots. She could also speak a few words that she had picked up quite quickly.
Arc lifted her into the air, making her squeal with delight.
Roy commented, "She's got us all wrapped around her finger."
Quill replied, "She's adapted quickly. But remember, tomorrow—"
The room's mood shifted as they remembered the upcoming ritual. Arc put Alana down, his face serious.
"We need to focus on what comes next," Quill added.
Arc, still affected by their play, looked uneasy. "I don't like the idea of doing this to her."
"We need to complete the ritual to ensure she doesn't become a threat," Roy said, his expression unchanging.
Alana, sensing the change, looked up at Quill, confused. She tugged at his sleeve as Alana heard and followed the word.
